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Hello ! Welcome to my blog, qwiboba ! I do art, small fanfic writings, or just some random bloops and stuff. [ Pronouns are they/them. Im also nonbinary, Muslim, and African-American ]

[qwiboba]

#AB0UT ME & THE BL0G

rae or boba, they/them

virgo

age: 23

black

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some kinks (depending on how its being shown in request/fic)

male x female / female x male

certain types of readers (ie. silky hair, green eyes, pale skin etc. gotta be free for everyone)

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male x male / female x female

literally anything as long as im comfy with it

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#STATUS

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[sailermoon]

this is how new yorkers @ mamdani

[sailermoon]

[dogpuppy]

I wish I could have heard you sing this… I bet you have a beautiful voice

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ nanami with a girlfriend who has sensitive thighs ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

bf!nanami is a man of physical habit, when you two are winding down on the couch after his long shift—his heavy, warm hand naturally finds a home on your thigh. the first time it happens, he’s just reading the paper, but he feels the immediate, rigid tension in your muscles.

he casually glances over, assuming you’re just caught off guard or feeling a bit shy. "are you cold?" he asks, his deep voice slicing through the quiet room. when you quickly shake your head, he simply pats your knee and shrugs it off, returning to his reading, though his observant mind notes the slight tremor in your frame.

bf!nanami who starts getting genuinely suspicious after the third or fourth time. it doesn't matter if his touch is a passive weight or a gentle, absentminded caress through your sweatpants—your breath hitches every single time. he notices the way your toes curl, the subtle shiver that runs up your spine, and the way you try to casually shift away from his reach.

nanami is nothing if not analytical; he knows compliance versus involuntary reaction, and you are definitely hiding something. he begins to purposely linger his touch, tracing the seam of your pants just to watch your eyelashes flutter and your lips part in a silent gasp.

bf!nanami decides to test his hypothesis on a rainy saturday afternoon. you're both cuddled up, your guard completely down as you watch a movie. without a word or a shift in his stoic expression, his large hand slides up your inner thigh and delivers a sudden, firm squeeze.

bf!nanami watches you gasp, a high, completely involuntary sound escaping your throat—a sharp, needy little squeak that cuts off the moment you realize what you've done. "oh? and what exactly was that noise for?" your hands fly to grip his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but he doesn't let go.

instead, a slow, incredibly rare, and distinctly smug smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. he looks down at you through his glasses, thoroughly amused by your bright red face. "i don't recall the movie being quite that exciting," he drawls, his fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh.

bf!nanami who is a little bit mean about it, but in the most intoxicating way possible. he deliberately applies just a fraction more pressure, kneading the sensitive muscle with his broad palm and watching you squirm helplessly against him. "i didn't realize a simple touch could reduce you to this," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a gravelly warmth that tells you he finds this incredibly hot.

he teases you relentlessly, leaning down so his lips brush your burning ear. "look at me. tell me why you're trembling so much just from my hand. if you don't answer, i'll just have to keep squeezing until you do." he refuses to let you look away until you confess just how sensitive your thighs actually are.

bf!nanami who likes to abuse this newfound knowledge at every single opportunity, especially when he wants to fluster you in public. if you're out at a quiet restaurant, his hand will slide under the tablecloth, his fingers mapping out the soft skin of your thighs.

he loves watching you try to maintain a straight face while ordering food, your fingers white-knuckling the menu because he's lightly scratching the apex of your thigh. when you catch his eye, pleading with him silently, he just takes a calm sip of his wine and whispers, "focus on the waiter, sweetheart. tell him what you want to eat."

bf!nanami turns into an absolute menace behind closed doors. during sex, your thighs become his absolute favorite target. he likes to pin your legs wide apart, his heavy palms bruising your hips before sliding down to grip your thighs with enough force to leave faint, temporary marks.

he loves to deeply knead the ultra-sensitive skin right where your leg meets your hip, watching your back arch off the bed as you let out a ragged sob. "look at how flushed you get here," he grunts, his thumb pressing firmly into the sweet spot, relishing the way your thighs clamp around his waist in a desperate bid for relief.

bf!nanami who pairs his heavy-handed groping with sensory overload. while he’s driving himself into you, he’ll lean down to bite and press open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs, deliberately targeting the spots that make your hips stutter-step and bring a sob to your throat.

he loves the contrast of his rough, calloused hands soothing over the ultra-sensitive skin, murmuring praises against your neck while ensuring you can't think about anything else but his touch.

he'll deliberately slow his pace just to focus entirely on your thighs, sinking his teeth into the soft skin until you're completely undone. "good girl," he rumbles against your skin, "let me hear you make that sound again."

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ nanami with a girlfriend who has sensitive thighs ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

bf!nanami is a man of physical habit, when you two are winding down on the couch after his long shift—his heavy, warm hand naturally finds a home on your thigh. the first time it happens, he’s just reading the paper, but he feels the immediate, rigid tension in your muscles.

he casually glances over, assuming you’re just caught off guard or feeling a bit shy. "are you cold?" he asks, his deep voice slicing through the quiet room. when you quickly shake your head, he simply pats your knee and shrugs it off, returning to his reading, though his observant mind notes the slight tremor in your frame.

bf!nanami who starts getting genuinely suspicious after the third or fourth time. it doesn't matter if his touch is a passive weight or a gentle, absentminded caress through your sweatpants—your breath hitches every single time. he notices the way your toes curl, the subtle shiver that runs up your spine, and the way you try to casually shift away from his reach.

nanami is nothing if not analytical; he knows compliance versus involuntary reaction, and you are definitely hiding something. he begins to purposely linger his touch, tracing the seam of your pants just to watch your eyelashes flutter and your lips part in a silent gasp.

bf!nanami decides to test his hypothesis on a rainy saturday afternoon. you're both cuddled up, your guard completely down as you watch a movie. without a word or a shift in his stoic expression, his large hand slides up your inner thigh and delivers a sudden, firm squeeze.

bf!nanami watches you gasp, a high, completely involuntary sound escaping your throat—a sharp, needy little squeak that cuts off the moment you realize what you've done. "oh? and what exactly was that noise for?" your hands fly to grip his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but he doesn't let go.

instead, a slow, incredibly rare, and distinctly smug smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. he looks down at you through his glasses, thoroughly amused by your bright red face. "i don't recall the movie being quite that exciting," he drawls, his fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh.

bf!nanami who is a little bit mean about it, but in the most intoxicating way possible. he deliberately applies just a fraction more pressure, kneading the sensitive muscle with his broad palm and watching you squirm helplessly against him. "i didn't realize a simple touch could reduce you to this," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a gravelly warmth that tells you he finds this incredibly hot.

he teases you relentlessly, leaning down so his lips brush your burning ear. "look at me. tell me why you're trembling so much just from my hand. if you don't answer, i'll just have to keep squeezing until you do." he refuses to let you look away until you confess just how sensitive your thighs actually are.

bf!nanami who likes to abuse this newfound knowledge at every single opportunity, especially when he wants to fluster you in public. if you're out at a quiet restaurant, his hand will slide under the tablecloth, his fingers mapping out the soft skin of your thighs.

he loves watching you try to maintain a straight face while ordering food, your fingers white-knuckling the menu because he's lightly scratching the apex of your thigh. when you catch his eye, pleading with him silently, he just takes a calm sip of his wine and whispers, "focus on the waiter, sweetheart. tell him what you want to eat."

bf!nanami turns into an absolute menace behind closed doors. during sex, your thighs become his absolute favorite target. he likes to pin your legs wide apart, his heavy palms bruising your hips before sliding down to grip your thighs with enough force to leave faint, temporary marks.

he loves to deeply knead the ultra-sensitive skin right where your leg meets your hip, watching your back arch off the bed as you let out a ragged sob. "look at how flushed you get here," he grunts, his thumb pressing firmly into the sweet spot, relishing the way your thighs clamp around his waist in a desperate bid for relief.

bf!nanami who pairs his heavy-handed groping with sensory overload. while he’s driving himself into you, he’ll lean down to bite and press open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs, deliberately targeting the spots that make your hips stutter-step and bring a sob to your throat.

he loves the contrast of his rough, calloused hands soothing over the ultra-sensitive skin, murmuring praises against your neck while ensuring you can't think about anything else but his touch.

he'll deliberately slow his pace just to focus entirely on your thighs, sinking his teeth into the soft skin until you're completely undone. "good girl," he rumbles against your skin, "let me hear you make that sound again."

[exquisink]

yandere satoru can only relax when he's with his pretty nonsorcerer victim darling <3

cw yandere, implied kidnapping, forced relationships, face sitting, overstimulation, cunnnilingus, daddy kink

Satoru really struggles with relaxing.

Maybe it's something that comes with the territory of carrying a burden like his. He can perceive everything, all the way down to the subatomic particles in the air surrounding him. That's the hallmark of Infinity--nothing touches him or even truly anyone else when you truly think about it. The electromagnetic fields surrounding him and everyone else acts as a sort of cushion. His Infinity is essentially the tiny little fraction of a nanometer away from the object or person attempting to touch him. It's not truly magic. (Okay, it is but physics and magic can coexist as well as work together, alright?)

Processing every little bit of information at all times can be more than burdensome. Having to be that kind of invincible in the small world of jujutsu (and something unheard of in the world of mere mortals) can do more than take a toll on his mental and physical fortitude, and the only escape he's found is, to put it plainly, having you crush his face between your thighs for practically hours.

He has claimed in passing before how you have been the only thing to help him create some temporary mental block because here, it's like all of that becomes background noise and he can just focus on you. Everything about a world that you have nothing to do with helps him out for some reason. It reminds him that a world that doesn't really 'need' him like that exists.

He can just, sort of be. And he wants to just be, with you.

He expects you to find it flattering. Maybe you would have, had this been a normal development, but how are you supposed to react to that?

It's not like you have a say in it a lot of the time.

He can hold you down with forces your ungifted eyes can't perceive like his can, and you just have to wave that little white flag while his messy tongue laves between your folds and massages your clit while attempting to quell the storm in his head. It's stuff you can never hope to fathom, so you don't try to.

That, and there's no reason to sympathize with someone who plucked you from the streets as a pretty prize for him after an 'especially trying mission' or something. Before this, you were nothing more than just someone trying to get by comfortably in life, and now that's not even in the cards for you anymore...

By the nth orgasm he's wrung out of you (you gave up keeping count after hour 3), he's drenched in a combination of your slick and his sweat, his bangs clinging to his forehead but his tongue doesn't cease its ministrations on your poor, poor abused pussy, already so oversensitive and throbbing.

You struggle to scurry away, efforts practically futile since that invisible force is still holding you down. And Satoru glances up with you through almost uncannily glowing sky blue eyes.

"It hasn't even been that long, Princess," he purrs, kissing between your thighs already littered with little bite marks and bruises. "You've got nothing else to worry about right now while I'm here."

Your legs shake above him, and you manage a low whimper. "It's already t-too much, Daddy..."

"You can handle it," he promises, "Now let Daddy relax and stop fussing."

[sugurusbadhabit]

need to be caged in by stsg; their hands on each other's hips, lips locked, pulling each other closer for more but you're between them, face smushed into Suguru's chest with Satoru pressing himself so hard into your back it's like he's trying to get into your bones. all you can really do is wrap your arms around Suguru and interlock your fingers with Satoru's behind his back while pressing kisses into Suguru's skin.

[sugurusbadhabit]

You'd always heard horror stories of friends staying the night at each other's houses and not knowing how to work their showers. You'd also considered yourself smarter than the average cookie because that has never happened to you. Most showers seem self explanatory.

And then, you stay the night at your boyfriend's for the first time and take a look at his stupidly expensive shower.

You eye the four knobs that control temperature and the dozen jets, two waterfalls (one higher, one lower (what is the lower one for?)), the removable showerhead and what you're assuming is the rainfall head. The symbols on the knobs may as well be hieroglyphics, giving next to no insight on how to turn this mother fucker on without being soaked immediately by the jets.

You don't even try. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk back into the adjoining bedroom, shaking your head with your eyebrows raised.

"Satoru, what the fuck is that?" you ask, motioning behind you to the bathroom.

"A shower..?" he says, looking up from his phone. His eyebrows furrow in his own confusion.

"Yes," you reply through grit teeth. "How do I turn it on?"

"Oh!" He jumps up from his bed and crosses the room to you, placing a hand on your hip and a kiss to your lips as he leads you back into the bathroom. "Why didn't you just say that, love? I'm more than willing to show you."

Satoru opens the glass door and steps in the shower, dragging you along with him. He points at the individual knobs and explains each of the symbols, explaining which is best for which occasion - the misters for when you're hot, rainfall for normal showers, waterfall for when you want to feel like you're lost in the jungle and it's been a week and you're losing hope of being found, etc.

You're giggling by the time he finishes his spiel and he's got his own 1000 kilowatt smile plastered on his face and turned on you.

"So what'll it be tonight?" he asks, clapping his hands together. "The waterfall is a personal favorite."

"A normal shower, please."

"Can do, baby." He kisses your cheek and sets the shower to your preferred setting. "The temperature control turns the water on," he says, stepping out of the shower.

Your towel drops to the floor just as he's exiting, the sound making his head crane back around to catch a glimpse of your ass before you step into the fog of the shower.

"You know, on second thought," he says, grabbing your attention as his shirt joins your towel. "Maybe we should shower together. Just in case you have questions."

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[kaisersbae]

satoru annoying his wife in the kitchen ୨ৎ

the kitchen smells like garlic, butter, and whatever expensive seasoning satoru bought last week because apparently “regular salt is boring.”

you’re standing at the stove stirring dinner while quietly regretting ever teaching your husband how to cook.

not because he’s bad at it, unfortunately, he’s annoyingly good. but because now he treats the kitchen like his personal playground whenever you’re inside it.

“whatcha makin’?” satoru asks for the fourth time in ten minutes.

you don’t even turn around. “food.”

“woaah,” he gasps dramatically behind you. “really?”

you sigh. already, you can feel him hovering nearby.

he never just stands normally either. no. he leans against counters dramatically, stretches himself over your shoulder unnecessarily, or wraps himself around you like an oversized cat who thinks personal space is offensive.

today seems to be one of those days.

before you can react, long arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest.

“satoru,” you warn immediately.

“what?” he hums innocently against your shoulder.

“i’m cooking.”

“and?”

“and you’re attached to me.”

“exactly.”

you close your eyes briefly. this man. “go sit down.”

“don’t wanna.” of course he doesn’t.

he rests his chin on your shoulder now, white hair tickling your cheek while he watches the pan like he’s genuinely interested in what you’re doing.

“…yer stirring too aggressively.”

you stop mid-motion, then slowly turn your head toward him “i’m sorry?”

“mhm,” he nods seriously. “the vegetables are scared.”

you stare at him flatly, he grins immediately. there it is. that stupid grin that says he knows exactly how annoying he’s being.

“you’re unbearable,” you mutter, turning back toward the stove.

“but ya love me.”

and you can’t even argue against it. because you do, way too much honestly.

you try focusing again, ignoring the way his fingers lazily tap against your stomach while he sways both of you side to side slightly.

for exactly twelve seconds. then, 

“baby.”

you sigh. “what.”

“kiss.”

“i’m cooking.”

“multitask.”

you snort despite yourself. instantly, he notices.

“there’s the laugh i wanted,” he says proudly.

you roll your eyes. “you’re acting like a child.”

“yeah, but i’m your child.”

“that is absolutely not romantic.”

“worked though.”

before you can respond, he suddenly steals the spoon from your hand.

“satoru-”

he takes a dramatic taste directly from it, humming thoughtfully like he’s judging a five-star restaurant.

“…needs more love.”

you blink. “love?”

“mhm.”

“that’s not an ingredient.”

“sure it is.” he points the spoon toward you accusingly. “yer cooking while annoyed at me. the food can tell.”

you laugh again, quieter this time.

he’s impossible. and somehow fully aware that making you laugh is exactly how he gets away with everything.

he beams the second he hears it, immediately tightening his arms around you.

“there it is.”

“you’re insane.”

“and yet ya married me anyway.”

fair. you shake your head, reaching for the spoon again, but instead of giving it back immediately, he lifts it higher out of reach.

“satoru.”

“say please.”

you narrow your eyes. “i’m going to hit you with this pan.”

“violent. scary. terrifying even.”

“…satoru.”

he grins,  then finally hands it back only to immediately steal a kiss from your cheek while you’re distracted.

you let out an annoyed sound, but he just laughs softly against your skin.

“worth it.”

you swear he gets clingier the longer you’re married. not less.

because now he follows you everywhere around the apartment like he physically cannot handle being more than three feet away from you.

and the worst part? you’re used to it now.

used to the random kisses, the constant touching and the dramatic whining whenever you don’t give him attention immediately.

“baby,” he says again suddenly.

you point the spoon toward him threateningly. “if you ask for another kiss while i’m holding hot oil, i’m divorcing you.”

he gasps loudly. “wow. so this is what our marriage has become?”

“you caused this.”

“false,” he says immediately. “i’m adorable.”

you finally turn toward him fully, raising a brow. “…adorable.”

“mhm.”

“…not annoying?”

“both can exist.”

you hate that he’s right.

satoru notices your expression immediately and lights up like he’s won something.

“you think i’m cute.”

“i think you should leave my kitchen.”

instead of listening, he pulls you closer again, large hands settling against your hips this time. then, without warning, he buries his face into your neck dramatically.

“missed you today,” he mumbles.

your expression softens instantly. ah. there it is, underneath all the teasing, he just wanted attention.

you sigh quietly, setting the spoon down before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. immediately, he melts against you, completely.

“you saw me this morning,” you murmur.

“too long ago.”

“…you’re needy.”

“only for you.” his voice is quieter now, warmer. and suddenly the teasing husband act slips just enough for you to see the softer part underneath it.

the real part.

you smile despite yourself, scratching lightly against his scalp.

“okay,” you whisper. “you can stay.”

he lifts his head immediately, grinning like he just won the lottery.

“sick. what’re we making?”

a/n : first time writing for gojo 👀👀 yall is this mic on 👀👀. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 2026. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who's my best friend in the world and recently he was like "you're too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!" and I was like "a niece might be more up my alley" and he just got more excited and said "ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful"

[caustic-pixie]

OP the tags!!

[erzascumslut]

˚ ཐི Mind Fuck ཋྀ ˚Toji x Fem!Reader MDNI

Synopsis- You tell your fuck buddy Toji you wanna try something new and crazy (sexually) but he comes up with absolute bullshit that you would've never guessed.

Warnings- HardDom!Toji, Camgirl!reader, Psychological exhibition(Pseudo-exhibition), sex on stream, clit play, edging, humiliation, orgasm denial, rough sex, slight praise kink, verbal degradation, sensory deprivation, blindfold, handcuffs, fingering, overstimulation, au (no curses), exhibitionism, pet names, claiming.

AC-RocnirWarrior

Word Count- 1.4k

A cold breeze blows harshly against your naked skin. You hear the rushed sound of the city and chirping of birds, so distinctly. Are you outside? Where the fuck has Toji brought you. What the fuck is he planning? Your mind is racing.

Nothing but empty darkness surrounds you. At least that's how it looks. You’re blindfolded, with your arms bound by cold handcuffs, clenching your wrists. Sitting on the cold seat of a chair pressed against you. Tilting with every gust of wind. 

You can tell you are balancing on something. Your senses feel like they're incredibly heightened. You’re taking in every sensation down to a chemical level. Hyper aware of everything around you. 

Every feeling, every smell is potent. You’re completely at Toji’s mercy. You told him you wanted to try something spontaneous, this wasn’t what you had in mind at all. 

But you will admit… This feeling of risk is enthralling. Your heart is beating so fast. It too is trying to process this inebriating moment.

“T-Toji…Where the fuck a-are we??” 

“Shhh..Stop shaking. You don't wanna fall, do you?” 

This is nothing but fun for him. Taunting you that is. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

You’re so scared you might fall, you don't want to move an inch. But maybe you’re daring enough to test him. You lift up your foot slowly. Your heart feels like it will pop out of your chest. You accidentally kick him. 

Big fucking mistake.

 “Oh- Was that-” Interrupting you, he grabs and jerks your leg aggressively. Shaking you and the chair. “Be careful. I could drop you right now and not give a fuck after.” He says sternly. 

You can’t see him. But you can tell he’s not joking anymore. “Please just answer me at least...” You ask but you know he won’t. He likes seeing you bend at his will. The way you obey his every word. That's why you’re his favorite toy. You just can’t get enough of him.

Suddenly you hear the high pitch chime of a stream starting. “Look how amazing she looks guys.” There is no way he's doing what you think he is. You scoff in disbelief. 

“Haa- Toji.. what the fuck are you doing...?” 

You can feel him breathing against your ear. Taking in the sound his lips parting as he smiles and whispers,

 “I’m only doing what you asked for, doll. We’re gonna put on an amazing show.”

That rich, slick, seductive tone of his. That, along with the position you’re in sends a shiver through you. You feel an internal heat as your heart drops. But this feeling isn't fear… No, it's something far from it. A dark, perverse sense of pleasure. So, why not give them a show?

His thick fingers trail up your thigh. Pressing down and gripping your skin as he spreads your legs. Blowing against your skin to mess with your sensory perception. Toying with you.

He grazes his fingers up the slit of your pussy. Making sure the camera catches every second of this. You’re dripping just from the rush of being with him. 

“She’s already so excited, guys. What a slut you are.” 

He’s smirking with every word. Not that you can see it though. You just know it. 

He traces slow controlled circles around your clit. Creating a pestering wave of warmth building in your sweet spot. “Nnghh…” A moan escapes your lips as he plays with your begging clit. Further igniting whatever flame you’ve sparked in this man. 

His fingers slip into you with a heavy stroke. Thrusting in and out of you and curving his fingers upwards so they hit your sweet spot perfectly. 

He wants to hear those pretty moans of yours. That begging is what he craves oh so much.

“Tsk… You better quiet down before someone hears you and comes looking.” 

Laughing as he finger fucks you without pity. The feeling of his fingers going in out of you feels so good, you almost forgot where you were. As if you even know. All you have is an assumption. 

“Ugnhh…Fuuck..”

You instinctively try to cover your mouth forgetting that your hands are secured. 

“Haha.. How pathetic. Awww poor baby.” 

He laughs as you squirm under his control. You're trying to contain your moans with no real hope of succeeding. 

How can someone be so alluring yet so callous and calculating? But you can’t help it... You love the way he bends you at his will. You’ve never felt more alive than at this moment. 

“Toji- Ngnhh...”

You feel a heavy pressure swelling inside of you, spreading all over your body. He stops as soon as you’re about to cum. Like he knows just from the way your pussy clenches.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so”

This man is a tyrant. He’s indirectly controlling your every move and you love it.

His fingers start picking up pace. Being sucked in and out of your sopping pussy. You can hear  the constant notification chime of more views and gifts from the stream. Reminding you that you have thousands of eyes captivated and fixed on you. 

“All these people watching. All here for you… My perfect girl.”

The thought of his words and being watched like this. The way your body is being pushed to the brink of ecstasy every second. This rush of adrenaline and pleasure. This feeling is intoxicating. Suffocating in the best way. 

Out of pure desperation you start grinding your hips along his fingers. “T-Toji…Pleeeaase…” Begging him for something he will only give you on his terms. 

“Mhmm that's what I like to hear. One more time for our lovely viewer, then maybe I'll let you cum.”

“M’leeeaase… I’m beggiing you…” 

Without warning his fingers slip out of you. The recognition of the bleak sound of traffic and notifications snaps you back to reality. Panting as your body adjusts to this lack of stimulation.

“I love how hard you’re trying for me.” 

Did you genuinely think he’d let you finish so easily? 

You hear him walk away so you take the moment to catch your breath. Suddenly you feel his hands scooping you. Carrying you with ease. 

“This is what you wanted right?”

He rubs his leaking and throbbing tip on your clit. Making you jerk. Your body feels increasingly more sensitive than before. “Mmmf..” Suddenly, he rams his thick, rigid cock into you. A shallow gasp breaks out of you. “Fuck…” he groans as he plumits into your tight pussy. 

You can feel his cock pulsing with every deep stroke. Hitting every sweet part of your walls and making you clench tighter around him. You start grabbing at the air reflexively as he fucks mindless. The same way you’d clench the bed sheets when he’s inside you. 

“Now tell the people who you belong to.”

“Mgnhh…T-oji..”

“Good girl…”

He slams you down on his cock. Brushing your bobbing cervix. His thumb softly massages your pillowy clit methodically. “Haa…so good..” You moan. It's like every sound you make is an airborne aphrodisiac for him. You can tell he’s losing control.

His cock feels like it's getting stiffer inside of you. Pulsing with every glide. Sending strikes of bliss through you. Your body is trembling as your moans fill the space. Your hips jerk with every motion. 

“Go ahead and cum for me baby.”

The lovely magic words.

His raspy breath is quickening along with his strokes. The moans coming out of him are like a drug. The sound of his hips smacking against yours is getting so much louder as he pounds. It feels like it's echoing. You can feel every twitch coming from his thick cock.   

Your head whips back as your muscles strain and tense up.  You feel yourself hyperventilating.  Every single sound you’ve heard up until this point feels muffled.

A wave of pure euphoria washes over you. Finally cumming all over his cock as he pours into you. Your mind feels so cloudy and your body feels more than weak. 

His thrusts are getting disorganized while his grip on you tightens. You can feel his hot cum leaking out as he fucks you sloppily. 

“Let me see that pretty face of yours…”

He finally removes your blindfold. Your eyes flutter, painfully trying to adapt to the harsh light. As your vision focuses you realize… There's no city traffic, no birds, no real wind. You’re not outside at all. You’re in his damn basement. With his computer and a big ass fan acting as “the outside”. 

Your eyes widen. 

“What. the. fuc--” 

He rams into you with a smirk as big as his ego. Flicking his head back. 

He played the fuck out of you. 

A/N: this is getting sm love omgg tysm!!! here's my MasterList⦮ ⦯ !

[sugurusbadhabit]

mdni 18+

The first time you fuck Satoru real good, he rolls over after and buries his face between your breasts, head still light and spinning in his post-orgasmic haze. He mumbles something nearly unintelligible into your skin that sounds a lot like, "Love you, mommy."

His cheeks burn as the realization of what's just slipped from his mouth sobers him up, getting ready to deny, deny, deny. He buries deeper into your chest, embarrassment flooding his veins. You're going to make fun of him, he's sure of it.

Instead, you tuck your chin to your chest and press a kiss to the top of his head.

"Love you, too, Toru," you whisper softly.

He risks a glance up up at you to find you already gazing at him, hearts in your eyes. His blush deepens as he looks away, your immediate acceptance heating him from the inside out. He lets himself settle back into the comfort of your body, baby blues slipping shut as he places kisses to your sternum.

[bellabolgerart]

mother mary couldn’t save this lamb 🐑

[polkalots]

• ꒰ ۶ৎ ꒱ ::. husband!sukuna loves his little family :: no cw fluff

a/n : dont mind how this makes no sense at all, wrote this half and asleep

you sat on the small bench, your daughter bouncing on your lap as you both wore matching minnie-mouse ears and polka dot outfits.

your daughter squealed happily while you fed her the mickey shaped donut, pink frosting getting all over her cheeks.

sukuna stood a little farther away from you both, waiting at the food stand for the milkshakes.

after a few minutes sukuna began walking towards you both, triggering a burst of giggles to finally erupt from the tiny ball of energy sat in your lap. she reached out towards him, hands grabbing at the air frantically.

sukuna did a quick jog to you both and immediately picked up the small toddler, spinning her around in a circle and pressing kisses all over her mouth. kuni let out a gummy smile and laughed louder, attracting the attention of onlookers.

“where are the milkshakes?” you asked him, head tilted and brow perched.

“couldn’t get them. saw my babies over here having too much fun and couldn’t help myself.” he said, pressing raspberries all over kuni’s pudgy stomach as she squealed and squirmed in delight.

“are you kidding? look how long the line is getting, what are we going to get to drink now?” you asked in absolute disbelief.

“its all worth it, we can just get a bottle of water, its cheaper anyways.” he says, shrugging it off with a smirk.

[keraxxx]

having sex with clark for the first time

“hah… baby, wait a minute now-“ he whines as your hand brushes against his throbbing cock in his boxers. his hand grips the sheets tight, knuckles turning white.

“clark, you gotta relax.” you murmur, your other hand cupping his cheek while you look into his eyes. his eyes are softer than usual and definitely full of hesitation.

“i don’t wanna hurt you.” his deep voice is just barely above a whisper. heat floods between your legs.

“you’re not gonna hurt me.”

you chuckle at his nervousness before moving to straddle his hips, hands running through his hair. his eyes soften as you press kisses along his jaw, trailing down to his neck. you smile as he sighs, hands trailing up to rest on your ass.

anddd that’s how you ended up getting fucked into the bed. tears streaming down your face, smearing the perfect mascara you had on a few hours before he came over. his cock was slamming into you, hands gripping your hips as his head rests against yours.

“ah! you’re so big! cant take it, fuck clarkkk.” you babble. you you could feel him in your stomach. he was knocking all the air from yours lungs. he was that deep.

“ah, i’m so sorry.” he hisses as he kisses your lips. he pull away, his eyes trailing to your dripping hole swallowing him. he slowly pulls his cock all the way out, only to slam it back in your wetness. you choke on a moan, hand flying to grip his shoulders. “oh jeez. you feel so good.” he groans as he pushes his hand down on you lower stomach, amplifying the pleasure coursing through your body.

he looks back up at you with a smile. his eyes scan over your flushed, puffy face as you sob his name.

“see? you’re taking me so well. i cant be that big.”

you groan in frustration at his words. clark can be so silly sometimes.

masterlist

[maiamore]

can't stop thinking about starlight from the boys and her eyes glowing when she orgasms, so…hehe.

tags: pwp, KINKY!!, readers eyes glow when she cums, mutant!reader, p-in-v, post-coital conversations, teasing, sexual tension, pussy whipped!clark (1.1k wc)

—

you could count the amount of times you'd orgasmed in your entire life on a single hand.

it wasn't that every man you met was devastatingly bad, there were good times. but it was a much bigger, brighter problem when you could cum. you'd gotten tired of explaining they why of the light-show that came when…you came. so you'd decided, the next person you fucked, would be someone entirely capable of handling you in the oddities of your quirk.

that man…happened to be none other than clark kent.

you'd met him in the justice league, hit it off instantly. mainly because you really adored how fascinated he got whenever you'd use your powers in his presence. so he should've been fine if you beamed as you orgasmed.

…that's what you told yourself anyway. the theory was yet to be tested.

when you forewarned him, he was more embarrassed than weirded out. "the idea that i could even get a gorgeous girl like you to…you know…it's not weird at all. it'll be rewarding. c'mon…don't be silly."

despite his casual deference to your forewarning, his ears were red, all the way down to your neck. so you figured, what's the worst that could happen.

"oh FUCK!" y-you're…so…big—m'god…you'resofuckin'bigfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"

the words tumble out of you breathless, hasty & jumbled. too overwhelmed to even form coherent sentences with how much clark's cock was stretching you out. fucking you so hard and deep.

your body arches right into him. hot, sweaty chest, soft and pressed up against his own. clark's muscle tenses, his hip thrusting relentlessly into your squelching cunt. the sharp burn you once felt had manifested into something so dangerous and potent — the aching pleasure of your belly burning wildly and intensely.

clark's arm curls around your hips, his forearms flexing, holding you securely in place as he drives up into you. he'd barely begun fucking you and he already knew you were going to cum, with your pussy fluttering so warm and tight around him. the combined sweat makes your skin slick where you're pressed together.

he thinks he might've imagined it when he sees a flicker of an amber glow casting form your eyes. it pulses in your pupils, threatening to take over. clark keeps at his pace — the room then lights up, in the direction your head was tilted.

his eyes widens. an awed gasp caught in his throat as the amber coats your irises, illuminating his face for a brief second before you tip your head. column of your through visible as you come hard, coating the space in an otherworldly glow.

"jesus…look at you."

the glow pulses from within your skin. forcing clark to slow in the presence of the eerie hue. he stares, completely captivated. it quickly churns in him — a quiet, heady want that fills him. before you even begin to feel judged beneath his scrutiny, his hand comes to cradle your cheeks, thumbing gently at your cheekbone.

you lean into his touch, shy. "i-is it weird?" his gaze only makes you pulse around him harder.

clark lets out a low, shuddered groan at the flutter, hips jerking up into you.

"g-gosh no. not weird. it's…you."

his thrusts resume much slower, careful not to overwhelm you after your orgasm. but he's mesmerised, by the gentle flow that fades from your eyes. grinding slow and deep into you.

"you're so…so beautiful."

you feel his palm slide to the back of your head, flexing his fingers in locks of your hair. "m-mhn. you're…not just saying that to be nice?" you punctuate your words with a circle of your hips, matching the pace of his thrusts.

clark visibly winces, grunting low as he feels the familiar tightness in his balls. "you're…unbelievable." his gaze remains on you, sheepish, but truthful, "it is…so…incredibly hot," he croaks, his own head looks to the side. focussed on driving his cock into you velvet, tight pussy. "you're glowin'…cause of me."

you don't think you have another orgasm left in you. but you're as determined to get him to feel the same pleasure you did. a low growl rumbles in your throat as you squeeze harder around him.

"h-holy—…ugh!"

a broken whimper leaves his throat as soon as you relax around his length and his belly tightens, convulsing beneath you as he pants your name over and over. arm tightly locked around your hips as he empties himself deep inside you in helpless, desperate thrust.

you whine at the abrupt change in position, where clark pulls you down next to him, breathing heavily in the wake of his own orgasm.

clark's turns to you with a deep, content sigh, his hand coming up to brush the damp hairs stuck to your temple to the side. "wasn't such bad thing…" he murmurs, thumbing by your cheekbones.

"you're so weird…"

he lifts his head in mock offense, "how does that make me weird?"

"me beaming like a lighthouse is weird. liking it makes you weird. " you mumble with an embarrassed laugh, burying your face in his chest.

"it's not weird," he tuts, draping your trembling thighs over his hips, "first time i….came….i laser beamed my bedroom in the barn."

you snort. nudging your jaw on his chest.

"you're fucking with me."

"m'not," clark raises his palm, folding his fingers. "scout's honour."

"…you really think it's hot?" you lazily rest your cheeks on the sweaty, tuft of hair on his chest."

"are you kidding? i came harder than i have in years just watching you get like that…"

"you're just saying that." you cut in, hasty and in disbelief. "what's so hot about it?"

"gosh it's…" clark sighs, head slumping back, a lop-sided grin on his cheeks. "letting go for me like that, your entire body reacting so…beautifully. it's…it's like heaven —"

"jesus. you're so poetic for no reason. say it dirtier." you murmur. running your knuckles down the deep indents of his cheeks.

clark lifts his head enough to size you with a pouty look, but then he slumps. pondering on your words. you don't think he was actually going to follow through until you feel his voice drop an octave lower, gaze intently on yours.

"watchin' you…come apart on my cock is one thing. but seeing your eyes just…glow. like some kind of…extra-terrestrial adult film…star. i don't think a guy can ask for more. i thought i would explode. like i was gonna laser beam at my release like it was my first damn time."

you lift your head, almost in awe at his use of words, a soft, appraising growl leaving your throat.

"yep. thaaaat's more like it."

[maiamore]

you goad clark when he nearly comes too fast — and that quickly turns into a lesson for you.

tags: pwp, bed-breaking!sex, f!reader, p-in-v, multiple orgasms (1.3k+ wc)

—

“c'mon superman, can't hold out any longer?”

your taunt was meant to be cruel, edged with a secret clark guarded with his every being. his face contorts in frustration, annoyance ebbing deep within him. his body remained bowed above you, trembling with effort when you deliberately shifted.

his hips jerk involuntarily, tip of his cock grazing your clit, throbbing and aching from having been blue-balled. "don't…say that." you release a shuddering breath as his thumb comes down to your sensitive bud. you jump at the rough callouses, rubbing against it hard.

your gaze snaps up, catching the conflicted look paint his expression, mirroring one of your own when he withdraws completely from you without breaking eye-contact. clark lifts you, a motion that was effortless as he carries you toward the bed. the tense, impulsive air from earlier — wanting to fuck each other so bad that you'd both been on the floor, had been promptly broken, replaced with clark's much more competitiveness and determination to prove you wrong.

he doesn't immediately re-enter you as he lowers you onto the unmade bed. instead, he kneels between your parted thighs. warmer, bigger palms slide up the plush fat, tightening in a painful intensity as he tugs you abruptly to the edge. it knocks the breath completely out of you.

his thumb skirts at the edge of your inner thighs where you were slick with arousal. the silence felt much more unnerving than his usual show of poutiness. "...clark?"

clark leans down, replacing the pads of his thumb on your inner thighs with his mouth. you jump at the press of his lips, followed by the sharp nip of his teeth on the sensitive skin. he works his way upward, holding you still against the mattress.

it's agonising. all of it. his slow explorative touches, all the hot, wet kisses everywhere but where you needed it the most. he's somehow managed to park his own aching need, painfully bobbing against his own abdomen — with the intentional dragging out of your pleasure.

you wince when his gaze meets yours. they aren't unkind, but they're glazed with a new teasing glint you hadn't quite seen from clark yet.

"claaark…quit teasing…"

your sweet plea echoes in the room, and you feel a low, approving hum vibrate against your skin. as though he'd been waiting for you to get the taste of what you'd deprived him of. his mouth wraps around your pussy without further teasing. tongue flattened, pressing a firm and relentless pressure. your back arches off the bed, though restricted with a possessive hold pushing them back down onto the duvet.

"f-fuck! cla — hhrk. don't — stop!"

clark's palm slides up your belly, moving upward to cup your warm, sweat-slick breasts. he squeezes the softness as his tongue works your pussy. dipping in and out of your tight walls and up to your clit. his mouth was just so fucking big that it felt like he was everywhere around you.

helplessly, you buck into clark's mouth, rocking and grinding into the gentle curve of his nose. whimpering incoherently at the assault of his wet, insistent tongue curling to the roof of your cunt.

he knows when you're close. and he sucks your bud hard, the sound wet and obscene in the room, "a-ah fuck! gonna cum. g'na cum!"

clark's acknowledgment rumbles riiight against your clit. he feels the telltale sign of your orgasm as you pulse on his tongue. broken cries spill from your throat as you cum hard, thighs quivering with how clark refused to relent, drawing out every last drop of your slick until you're a trembling puddle beneath him, with an arm strewn over your eyes as you finally come down from the high.

the mattress dips at the shift of his weight, the shadow casting over you ominously just as you think it's over.

he looks to you, desperate and broken, unable to curb his own need. you feel him pry your arm away from your face, "gonna put it in okay? hm?"

you barely get to protest as he positions himself at your entrance. offering you enough time for refusal or hesitation. but the needy look of his gaze was enough for your body to act in compliance. you slide your palm past your navel, to the folds of your cunt, parting it wider for him to see the eager pulse.

a low broken groan rumbles in clark's throat at the sight, the quiet invitation being all he needed. he enters you in a deep thrust, accentuated with a jerk of his hips. you both gasp simultaneously, the overwhelming full feeling coming so soon after your earlier orgasm has you tightening deliciously around his cock.

"mmh…baby you need t'relax," he chokes, enforcing his iron will to make good on his unspoken promise to make sure you feel like he fucked you.

he wanted you to feel him even days after, and that determination was enough for him to keep a languid pace, designed to draw out your pleasure.

and god, it had. each stroke of his girthy cock in your walls, the creamy, slick that made it so much easier for him to fuck your pussy in shallow thrusts. the sounds alone were making your belly churn with need, let alone that sweet spot he hit over and over again.

your palms come up to rest at his abdomen, each thrust making you go dumb, incoherent babbles spilling from your lips. his body remains a fortress. the muscles in his arms tensed and reddened, back rigid and strained with every fiber of him taut.

"s'too…much!" you squeak, weakly pawing at him, in attempt to push him.

clark catches your hands, lacing his own fingers with yours with a single palm, pinning them gently above your head with a pressure that offered you escape if you wished. he keeps at the pace, brows knit in focus.

"i-i can't anymore."

he merely tuts softly at your breathless whisper, clearly having lost all the fight from your earlier taunts. he sees the truth in your words, the trembling or your thighs and blissed out look in your eyes. but he shakes his head, voice low and equally pleading.

"yes…you can."

"claaaaark…" you whine softly as he guides your limp arms over his shoulders, cupping one of your palms flush against his fever-hot cheeks.

"i'm getting real…real close baby," his voice cracks for a second, "can you hold on? f'me?" through laboured pants, he continues grinding and circling his cock into your cunt.

you pulse around him with another, drawn out whine. dragging your nails down his damp, strained biceps. when you offer a weak nod, the bed creaks louder. whispered curses were quickly swallowed when he shifts his angle a tad, hitting a spot in you that made your vision blur.

"fuck! t-there", you gasp sharply, fingers digging into his muscles. you nod hastily, unsure at even what — the insistent probe of his cock in that gummy spot deep within you sent shockwaves through your entire body. pushing you into another, white hot peak. the bed frames only continue scream louder under the relentless motion he keeps up.

"here?" he pants, gaze unfocused as he tilts his body to support his weight, with his forearm against the duvet to keep the angle.

"FUCK, yes! there, there — th—ah!"

your pussy gushes around him with no further warning, fluttering hard along his length as you cum again. a ragged grunt resonates against the side of your head, followed by clark's growls. his hips bucks wildly, body shuddering as he coats your insides deep with spurts of his thick spend.

the force of his very last thrust elicits a screeching crack of the bed frames, and you both drop hard.

the two of you briefly look at each other in a bewildered surprise and synchronised breathing, and you finally break the intense haze.

"shit." you croak, voice hoarse in its delivery.

clark lets out a huff, rolling to his side and taking you with him so you're nestled against his chest instead of being crushed beneath him as he slump.

"probably should've stayed on the floor, huh."